Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know.
to say:
I am alive albeit not entirely well thanks to a bout of fever and diarrhea over the past days. Rest assured, I am now only mildly drugged up, eating normally and a right happy camper.
A belated Merry Christmas. I hope your holiday season was everything you had hoped it would be.
A very happy New Year. May 2008 be an exciting, eye-opening experience. I hope you’re as excited as I am.
I have pictures. I will share. Promise.
Happy merrymaking y’all.
When I said I probably wouldn’t blog much, I’d forgotten to take into account the fact that I am still at work, it is 6.21pm on a Friday in the second-last week of December, and I am determined to do as little work as possible.
So I started surfing blogs. And I came across this post on Kristin Armstrong’s blog, which is a favourite of mine (and G’s I think). The story is pretty funny, but it is her parting words that are resolutely sticking with me and refusing to let me move on:
“May the beauty and truth of the season rest softly on you and yours”.
That’s an amazing sentence.
It brings so much to the mind and to the heart. It reminds me to put that little bit more thought into the season, as I have been trying. It is, quite simply, beautiful. Thanks, Kristin.
I don’t know what to blog about.
I am so incredibly psyched for the week that is to come. In the meantime, I’ll probably be too busy cleaning, working, moving, holidaying, celebrating and (this is very, very important) meeting eagerly-awaited wedding guests to blog much.
I also intend to (finally) put my money where my mouth is and sponsor a World Vision child. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while because I believe it costs me relatively so little money, time and effort to really help someone that it would be remiss of me not to. By blogging about my intention, I hope to lull my lazy, procrastinating ass into filling out my credit card details and clicking ‘Submit’. So here goes.
The ‘uncle’, as he prefers to be known to outsiders, let us off early because we’d closed our latest issue of hot, and so I find myself sitting in my room at half past four on a Monday afternoon, with rare hours on my hands and not a clue what to do with them.
It’s the most fantastic feeling, this unexpected gift of time.
Christmas is around the corner, and all good intentions and determinations aside (I’ll consider talking about that another time), we of the office are discovering the joys of being bribed presented with sweet treats in the name of good PR Christmas tidings. Kinda like this one:
Isn’t this just the sweetest thing?
There were also teeny mini cupcakes but pictures will have to wait until my fellow Potato posts them up.
In hindsight, all that sugar-induced laughing and shouting (we really were terribly boistuerous) might have been another reason why were were ‘allowed’ to leave early. Smart move, ‘uncle’!
I dare anybody to do this. You wouldn’t be the first (obviously), but I’ll really love you for it.
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I know the danger of blogging when emotions are running a little high but I can’t go to bed because my hair is wet because I’ve just taken a shower because I just got home at half past twelve because I had a movie screening and I almost never blowdry my own hair because I cannot be bothered and going to the hairdresser’s does not count because someone else does it for me.
Therefore I will blog, because I haven’t done so in a few days and because writing is the best way to let off steam quietly even though I don’t actually talk about what’s bugging the hell out of me.
What’s not bugging me is:
a) We re-decorated our office today because we have a very important guest coming from Spain tomorrow. By re-decorated I mean we put up movie posters to conceal ugly blu-tack patches from past decorating attempts.
b) I have to look at least marginally professional for the next three days because of said important guest.
c) The Potatoes are also discouraged from shouting at each other across the room or worse, at people in another room, from swearing, and from singing at the tops of our voices.
Of the three, I have no idea how we’re going to manage item c).
On a side note, Will Smith is a legend. Love the guy.
1.20am. I really should go to sleep. I would actually like to get into work on time tomorrow.
See, I told you writing works.
Despite her team’s best efforts, this somehow got smuggled out against all orders. Here’s the much talked-about Whitney Houston performance at KL’s Live and Loud last weekend. To whoever took this video – you actually made it onto the E! Channel.
I am waiting in the office to go for an event. It’s the last thing I’m feeling right now, but I’ve been psyching myself up for this all week because
I hate uppity events with uppity people.
All I want is to go home, sit on the sofa and watch House.
That’s right, folks, anti-social is back in fashion. Try again tomorrow, or catch me tonight if you can. I’ll even welcome you, because
I hate uppity events with uppity people.
I’m assuming you’re not uppity.
As 2008 creeps up on me much faster than I can keep track, I am oddly psyched about the end of the year. This last month will be full of things to look foward to, and I can’t wait for the creation of new books, the beginning of new chapters, the (random) writing of short stories that is to come.Considering this is someone who couldn’t even dream of finishing Nanowrimo this year, I mean it figuratively, of course.
This morning I woke up with unbridled excitement, resolve and not a tinge of grumpiness about being roused from sleep at 7.50 in the morning. The feeling is odder than you might imagine.
It is officially December and I keep counting down the days to each mark on my mental calendar. One week to this, two weeks to that, three weeks to the other and finally, in the fourth week…
Yes, I am psyched. I hope this means I don’t crash from my month-long high in January, but in the meantime, I also think this excitement is the perfect excuse to get a haircut, a facial and go shopping.
Still counting down, folks.
Knowing I’ve got a long day ahead does not help. I am simply not in the mood today. I cannot wait for lunch so I can go home and see my Grandma and the very recently-reunited siblings (Jessie came back last night). Or at least, we will be reunited once I show up.
My current, immediate sentiments can best be described in that phrase my sisters and I shamelessly ripped off the movie Ever After – (I am in a) foul disposition. It’s a slight exaggeration considering I’m probably just grumpy and sleepy and restless, but it sounds right. I like the melodrama of it.
I totally should not be blogging at work.
I am also totally up. to. here. with people who PMS (read: mood swings) first thing in the morning and spread mood-dampening germs around. More than that, I am utterly annoyed that their germs affect me!
We had a good chat with Sivin (a thousand thanks, Sivin, appreciate it more than we probably let on) last night – it was almost therapeutic, except on a more spiritual level. This is probably also what psychologists are paid to do, minus the God-talk.
I don’t normally talk about me. Well, not me the person anyway. As Y will attest, I talk lots about me in relation to what I do and what people in relation to me do (usually that means work stuff). So to, in a way, be forced to verbalise normally-silent mullings and ruminations is, in a weird sense, liberating – if not also slightly confusing for the listeners – because to articulate those thoughts is to be as random and incomplete and uncertain as the thoughts themselves.
It’s also liberating because it forces me to confront an issue I’ve been working on for the past few years – learning not to care so much about what other people think about me. That fear of ‘what will people think’ probably plays a bigger role in my sayings and doings than I would like, but I am pleased to note that I am learning not. to. care. As much.
See, this is what happens when I procrastinate at work – I get all self-aware and start rambling.
